I’m about to unload, ya’ll. My smartphone screen has a film of sticky. So glad I have an Otterbox w/ screen protector. My yoga pants, which I’ve worn for close to 40 hours, have dried food, boogers, milk, juice, & a little pee on them. My head has felt like a helium tank filled it, & some fat kid is squeezing it. My tongue & throat are coated, & have sores on them . . . I guess from the high steroid dose & my pinchant for acidic foods. It’s been that way for 3 days now & is sooooo aggravating. My sinus drainage will go back to being NOT dried up (benefit of steroids is they dry up your sinuses). My nails are so long I’ve even scratched myself a few times. And my two kiddos have been tearing through this apartment like the friggin’ Warner Brothers character The Tazmanian Devil the past few days. Been trying to nail down a few urgent items for Cub Scouts before the school year starts back in a month. Started taking Mobic for the swelling in my back, but still waiting on them to call & set up physical therapy . . .
Did I mention that I gained 11 lbs in 9 days, thanks to those damn steroids?? Not to mention bloating. Yeah. That totally pissed me off. I was trying to lose weight, & now I gotta lose even more. Damn, that just sucks. So, giving up soda is the first way to cut calories. In its place, I am determined that I will substitute vitamin water. Sans chemicals, so I spent hours yesterday chopping fruits & veggies. So far, so good today. I had one beer. *Have been starving since yesterday.* Hours on my feet, so guess whose knees & back is hurting? Yup. This genius right here! My left foot is tingly-numb, so I may have to call ortho if it keeps that up into tomorrow. And Hubs is in a major crunch at work, so we won’t see him much this week.
So, do you have a feel for where I am right now? Throat trying to close, tongue has that burned-from-hot-food feel, one foot is numb, back throbbing, head feels as if it is filled with extra air, and my nerves are completely shot to shit from kids acting like total crackheads.
I am laying on our new I-comfort bed by Serta. Sheets don’t fit, as this mother is 12″ deep. Who cares though, this matress is amazing, & well worth every penny. Easy to say when I don’t make the money, but actually, I consider being a housewife as the hardest damn job I’ve ever had, so deserve half of Hubbb’s salary-easy. And Diva . . . I just don’t know what’s wrong with her. But if I die of suspicious causes, I’m just saying, I wouldn’t be surprised.
We’ve now been preparing for bed 1.5 hours. Her screaming has ceased. They only lasted maybe a minute. She is now back in her crib & silent, at the moment. However, said silence is going to break as soon as I get up to go pee, and my bladder is telling me it “can’t take much more,” much like my sanity, or back.
Good news-Diva has been singing & jabbering so much lately. That is excellent. Today. Today’s happy has got to be having breakfast with the kiddos. I wish I could just feel good, free from aches & pains or allergies. But it’s looking like that may just be a pipe dream.
Tomorrow is library & swimming!! It will be great. Hub’s got his vacation approval today, so I’ll be looking at hotels soon. We are pretty stoked about that. Otherwise, it’s just been a crap day, but at least I have my family, & honestly, I wouldn’t trade them for anything. They’re mine. And I’m theirs. Just wish . . . For more happy.